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This painful existence

Poetry By: Brian Peza Perrins

The world of domestic violence

Submitted:Feb 9, 2008    Reads: 268    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

How I hate this suffering, the cruelty and the pain
I wish that I could runaway and not come back again
Every time he walks in the door the fear inside it rises
I guess this thing called living takes on many guises
I hope and pray for a better day, our eyes meet at the door
He glares at me with that knowing look; I know just what's in store
I make some conversation, trying to sound happy although I'm rather tense
It doesn't matter what I say, he'll still argue, this just doesn't make sense
My mind goes back to the good days, the days when we first met
We laughed and loved, enjoyed ourselves, I didn't see a threat
I dread the times when we go out, I dare not look or smile
Eyes to the floor for fear of creating a situation that's hostile
As I thank the lord for small mercies and do so every night
At least we haven't children to bring into this plight
The tables laid the dinner served, I pray it's to his liking
If not, the tables not the only thing that he will be striking
I hate this life I wish I could leave, but what's the use he'll find me
It will just make things worse he'll drag me back into this misery
He comes home late from the pub, I pretend to be asleep
It makes no difference he takes what he wants, I just lie and weep
I should do my duty and serve him well, to fail would be remiss
If this is the life I should accept, then I'm staring into the abyss
I cannot stand the pain, the torment and misery of being his wife
Hand me the whiskey and the pills, I've had enough of life


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